I wrote this on Tuesday, but haven't had time to post it until now:
I've finally found time to write an update! Sorry if it's a bit long, but quite a lot has happened since Thursday!
Our flight left Heathrow around 8:30 pm. I said goodbye to my brother that morning and finalised my packing. The only important thing that I've realised I forgot to pack (so far) is my sunglasses.
Then I went for a little walk with the dog and my parents and said goodbye to the hound and the house before getting in the car for the 3 hour drive to the airport.
There we met the 3 other girls and various members of their families. We checked in and went to get something to eat. I think the parents were quite comforted by the fact that us girls all sat together, chatting away. Well, I hope they were comforted and didn't feel shunned!
We all said goodbye and were surprised by the absence of tears. Although we all had pangs later in our journey.
Our first flight was from Heathrow to Sao Paulo and took about 12 hours. Yuck is all I can say. There is only so many films you can watch back to back. I watched Aladdin (in Latin Spanish:), The Bucket List and Chocolat (which I seem to watch every time I'm on a plane).
We got to Sao Paulo about 7:30 am local time. We waited around for an hour or two before hearing our names on the tannoy. Panicking that we had missed our flight or something, we rushed up to the gate where they told us that our flight was delayed by 4 hours and we were issued with food and phone vouchers. We messed around for a while trying to contact various people to let them know about the delay before finally getting through to someone at PT. Then it was just a case of waiting around until the plane we were supposed to be getting arrived from Lima.
Airports are fun:
It eventually did, about 5 or 6 hours after we were first told that it was delayed. We sat on the plane and started taxiing, when all of a sudden all the light and noises died....The captain announced that there was a technical problem and we had to return to the stand. It took about 40 minutes for it to be fixed, 40 minutes of sitting in a plane in Brazilian summertime with no air conditioning. Fun times.
It was about a 3 ½ hour flight to Santiago. When we arrived, we had to queue at immigration, but there was no problems with any of our paperwork. Yay!
We went to get our luggage and the one of the customs' sniffer dogs indicated on one of our bags. Thankfully this was only because it had an orange in it, which we had to fill out paperwork for and declare at customs. What a fuss over a tangerine!
We finally got out of arrivals and found the taxi driver who took us to the hostel in Santiago that we would be staying in that night. We were expecting to meet a representative of PT when we arrived, but no one was there, so we paid for the taxi and the hostel and sprawled on our beds and tried to collect our thoughts and believe that we were in Chile and will be for the next 7 months. Later, one of our representatives arrived, reimbursed us for the taxi and the hostel and took us out to dinner, where he explained a bit more about our project.
The next morning, we were picked up by a member of staff of the Chilean charity that we are working for and her friend (who studied in Manchester, small world!) and driven to Colina, our home town for the next 7 months. On the short drive we saw emergency shelters constructed after the earthquake, and the remnants of bridges destroyed in it which reminded me that this country was struck by disaster not so long ago.
At the home we were met by Cecilia, the director and Tio (Uncle), the guard. They showed us around our little house and made sure that we were happy with it all. We are, we've already stuck our pictures up and started putting our own stamp on our little yellow casa.
Then we walked up to the home and were met at the gate by two little girls who grabbed our hands and walked with us up to the main entrance.
We were completely overwhelmed when we first walked in, surrounded by people kissing our cheeks (Chilean greeting) and shouting “Tia, Tia!”. Tia means Auntie and is what we and the other staff are called by the kids (and adults) who live in the home.
We went back to the house, had lunch and unpacked our bags. We spent the rest of the day enjoying the sun and letting everything sink in.
Dinner was overwhelming again. We walked into the canteen and were immediately surrounded by flies and children clamouring for our attention. We weren't really hungry and didn't particularly enjoy our first meal here. Looking back, I think it wasn't really the food, but everything. Luckily, 2 ex-residents, who now work in the home took us under their wing and started shoving people out of the door (and floor length windows). After our first week here, we have established some boundaries, one of which is no kids in the canteen when we're trying to eat!
I have started writing a summary of our first week, but won't be able to post that until this weekend, so hold on!
That's all I've got time for tonight, but will try to post quite regularly. We're loving it so far!